Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 667

Chapter 667: Tomorrow

The hug lasted only a moment before Islinda began to pull away. While she had missed Andre, this was really not the time for such displays, and too many eyes were on them. If anyone were to misunderstand the friendly embrace and report it to Aldric... Islinda shuddered at the thought, knowing his jealous nature all too well.

However, she soon realized Andre didn’t budge a muscle, and she remained trapped in his embrace.

"What are you doing?" Islinda narrowed her gaze at Andre, uncomfortable with his behavior.

"What do you think I’m doing?" he replied, feigning ignorance and tightening his hold. "I missed my human friend. This is me expressing it," he claimed, leaning his head on her neck.

But Islinda wasn’t having any of it. Sensing he was up to no good and suspecting it had something to do with Aldric, she told him firmly, "Stop it."

This time, Andre loosened his grasp enough for Islinda to pull back, yet his hand remained around her waist, holding her in place. His intense gaze fell over her, causing her to gulp nervously and shift her weight from side to side.

"W-what are you doing?" she stammered, her heart beginning to race as Andre gracefully reached out and tucked a white strand of her hair behind her ear.

"I’m sending a message to your lover," Andre said, his eyes blazing with fiery intensity, the air thickening with sudden sexual tension.

"What?" Islinda blinked in confusion, her heart racing. She didn’t exactly like Andre that way, but she couldn’t control her body’s reaction to a handsome Fae prince making a move on her.

Before Islinda could ask further questions, Andre began to lean in, and her eyes widened. Panic set in. What the hell was going on? Were they not just friends? Or had she been the only one thinking that way?

Islinda stiffened, unable to move from shock. Just as Andre’s lips were about to meet hers, she turned her face at the last minute, and he kissed her cheek instead. The feather-light touch of his lips sent a thrill through her.

Before she could dwell on the kiss, she heard him whisper into her ear, "It’s tomorrow."

"What?" she whispered, confused. But Andre simply smiled slyly, then let her go, leaving her head reeling.

"Tomorrow..." she repeated, looking at Andre, who winked at her knowingly. It finally dawned on her. Her birthday was tomorrow.

Fuck.

She didn’t realize it was so soon. She hadn’t even prepared herself mentally for the great revelation. Tomorrow, everyone in the Winter Court would know she was a half-breed.

Islinda needed more time. Time to rescue Aldric from Elena’s control and expose her evil nature. Time to tell Aldric how she felt about him, without him diving into uncovering her lineage. She had made peace with the fact that she was in love with a villain. The death duel between Valerie and Aldric was inevitable. One of them had to die for the other to live. And she didn’t want it to be Aldric. But if somehow her dark Fae prince didn’t make it... Aldric had to know that he was loved.

She sighed, stepping away from Andre, realizing the others were still staring at them with questions in their eyes. They were probably questioning her relationship with Andre.

She scratched the back of her head and introduced him to Ginger and Ailee. "I’m sorry for that, but this is Prince Andre from the Autumn—"

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